I'm not the only one in my reflection.

Part fifteen

The girl knew that Sidney, Tatum, Gale and Sam would cope and survive, but she also knew that she would not be able to find the strength to kill Amber. But to cause the death of a mother who has never shown or, for that matter, felt at least a particle of love not only for her daughter, but also for her son, whom, as it turned out, she herself killed? Yes, there will be no problems, as well as regrets for what they did.

Running past the kitchen island, the brunette, without slowing down, reached out and grabbed the hammer by the handle.

Katherine stopped at the foot of the stairs and began to look wildly around, not knowing exactly which way to run.Stu appeared next to his niece and cleared his throat, pointing with the toe of his shoe at the Ghostface mask lying on the floor, thrown by Freeman. Without thinking twice, she grabbed it and ran forward.

An approximate plan began to take shape in the dark-haired head.

Leslie ran into the living room and began to look around wildly until she heard noise and screams behind her back. She didn't care about Richie, Sidney, Tatum, or whoever it was. All she cared about right now was making a sieve out of her daughter. What she had wanted and dreamed about for so long.  

The blonde walked past the sofas and grimaced contemptuously when the toe of her shoe touched the dead Liv lying on the floor. She kicked the younger girl in the face, removing her head from her path, and continued walking forward.

The woman grinned, suddenly as if she were back in 1996, only this time in the body of a young Sidney Prescott, who was fighting Billy and Stu in this very hallway. It's the same thing, with the small difference that she's no longer the victim, but the "bad guy" himself.

— Come out, daughter, wherever you hide, Mommy won't hurt you... Well, maybe a little bit. — Macher added after a moment's hesitation and laughed. She reached behind her back and touched her belt belt, cursing when she realized she'd dropped the gun in the kitchen.

The blonde turned her head to the side and cracked her neck, holding the knife more comfortably in her hand. All the real Ghostfaces had knives, and they were even more dangerous with them than with guns. She would be able to kill her own daughter with a simple knife, and that would be even better.

Leslie shuddered and spun around to face the hallway to the living room when the sound of the TV turned on came from there. Any commotion she could hear coming from the kitchen was now inaccessible to her ears. All she was focusing on was Katherine and the noises she was making.

The woman turned sharply back, brandishing a knife and managed to slash Murphy standing behind her on the arm, but this did not stop her stubborn daughter in a Ghost mask from stabbing her in the shoulder with the end of an umbrella and pinning her against the wall.

— Does it remind you of something, dear mother? — Katherine drawled in the voice of a Ghostface and, pulling out an umbrella, threw it somewhere behind her back.

Macher quickly regained consciousness and, imperceptibly, slowly stretched out her hand to the side, grabbed the knife that flew away by the handle. She grinned broadly when she saw the mask her daughter had put on herself. 

— I see you've finally accepted what's rightfully yours. Who you are.

The blonde, literally growling, rushed forward and knocked her weakened daughter to her shoulder blades, grabbed her forehead and hit the back of her head on the hard floor with all her might.